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"
Jim
,
"
said
Bertram
Scudder
,
slapping
his
shoulder
,
"
the
best
compliment
I
can
pay
you
is
that
you
’
re
not
a
real
businessman
!
"
"
You
’
re
a
man
of
culture
,
Jim
,
"
said
Dr
.
Pritchett
,
"
you
’
re
not
an
ex
-
ore
-
digger
like
Rearden
.
I
don
’
t
have
to
explain
to
you
the
crucial
need
of
Washington
assistance
to
higher
education
.
"
"
You
really
liked
my
last
novel
,
Mr
.
Taggart
?
"
Balph
Eubank
kept
asking
.
"
You
really
liked
it
?
"
Orren
Boyle
glanced
at
the
group
,
on
his
way
across
the
room
,
but
did
not
stop
.
The
glance
was
sufficient
to
give
him
an
estimate
of
the
nature
of
the
group
’
s
concerns
.
Fair
enough
,
he
thought
,
one
’
s
got
to
trade
something
.
He
knew
,
but
did
not
care
to
name
just
what
was
being
traded
.
"
We
are
at
the
dawn
of
a
new
age
,
"
said
James
Taggart
,
from
above
the
rim
of
his
champagne
glass
.
"
We
are
breaking
up
the
vicious
tyranny
of
economic
power
.
We
will
set
men
free
of
the
rule
of
the
dollar
.
We
will
release
our
spiritual
aims
from
dependence
on
the
owners
of
material
means
.
We
will
liberate
our
culture
from
the
stranglehold
of
the
profit
-
chasers
.
We
will
build
a
society
dedicated
to
higher
ideals
,
and
we
will
replace
the
aristocracy
of
money
by
—
"
"
—
the
aristocracy
of
pull
,
"
said
a
voice
beyond
the
group
.
They
whirled
around
.
The
man
who
stood
facing
them
was
Francisco
d
’
Anconia
.
His
face
looked
tanned
by
a
summer
sun
,
and
his
eyes
were
the
exact
color
of
the
sky
on
the
kind
of
day
when
he
had
acquired
his
tan
.
His
smile
suggested
a
summer
morning
.
The
way
he
wore
his
formal
clothes
made
the
rest
of
the
crowd
look
as
if
they
were
masquerading
in
borrowed
costumes
.
